How many men could withstand a woman wearing only a light dress writhing beneath them?
Unexpectedly, the woman underneath seemed to be completely unaware, twisting this way and that, still moving.
Their bodies were already tightly pressed together, and each of her movements allowed Watt to distinctly feel her chest brushing against his torso.
Watt's body tensed, and his gaze on her darkened.
"Summer Sutton, don't think I really can't deal with you!" he warned coldly.
His voice was deep, laced with a palpable sense of danger.
Summer Sutton had drunk too much tonight, and at this moment, she was intoxicated.
She didn't even know who he was, so why would she heed his warning?
"Let me go!" She pressed her hand against his chest, attempting to push him away. When it didn't work, Summer suddenly turned her body to the side, arching beneath him.
